Summary
When Jiang Xue and I broke up, it ended on a bitter note.
She bit my arm in anger, tears streaming down her face.
But in the end, she hugged my waist tightly, her voice trembling: “Shitou, what kind of taste do you have? How could you like someone else? I won’t break up with you. There’s nothing that can’t be solved by a good night’s sleep, right? Be good, let’s not break up…”
Years later, after my startup with friends failed, I had no choice but to seek help from the Executive President of Haishang Group.
That woman was Jiang Xue.
At the dinner table, she swirled her wine glass, raised her eyebrows at me, and said coolly, “Shi Hao, there’s nothing that can’t be solved by a good night’s sleep, right?”